Striptide


God chose this outfit, your cloak of the morning
A cape of mist to protect you from the days dawning.
The scene seems set for one of Brady's Moors kills
If that's too morbid, picture The Hound of the Baskervilles
Yet once this eerie protection is burnt away
We see an alternative beauty God decides to display
It is true that the blanket mist, at the earlier hour
Appears to give the lake an almost clandestine power
Yet compared to the peacefulness dawn does bring
The mist begins to resemble the emperors clothing
The lakes calmness a catalyst for introducing tranquillity
More than yoga or the words that Buddhism appear to say.
Your shimmering reflection of the exhausted boats in the bay
That appears to have escaped a Constable sketch into reality
Sporadic cloud determined clear cannot be the word to apply
When describing the endless canvas of the overhead pale sky
We are introduced to near silence, a glimpse at serenity
Our ears have a chance to listen to what nature has to say.
Pierced by sounds that magnify perfections apprehension
Normally unachievable due to human invention
Cars and trucks, strangers to these toads and ducks
Building and construction, bow to natures reproduction
Now as daytime is melting, September the 6ths wick has burnt low
The horizon is now the focal point, introducing a purple glow
It appears God has revealed another layer to your attire
This time, it reflects anger, screaming self-destruction and fire
Staring closely, your eye can extract spots of green and blues
As if Constable spilled his paint pots in a moment of muse
Even at this hour, a sailing boat glides across the surface
A welcomed return to the tranquillity I embrace
Now the day is over and my carafe has came to an end
I leave with a statement not meant to offend
A Christian I am, but a blind sheep I am not
If I was then my ancestors would turn in their plot
I may not believe in religion but I am ready to meet my maker
Rather than have His words forced on me by some auto biographer
So with these words above, blasphemy is not the description
And I hope that when future eras die, they will have a better gravestone inscription
Than this current era, filled with false marketing, cynicism and greed
Packed with individuals regurgitating rather than creating with fresh seed
These words are a break from the repetitiveness our time has fallen into
Following blindly a normal lifestyle, a path paved with blue
Couples and individuals, unable to break from a comfort zone
Following society’s rules, killing individualism and scared to be alone
So these words purely set out to describe the beauty still around
Inevitably, it will be later in earths life that these words are then found
Yet if it influences one person from my generation
To see that nature and beaten tracks can eradicate frustration
Any minuscule understanding by me of reading Darwin
Will have assisted in my aim to allow mankind to win
In the meantime, I will not force it and let fate unfold
And allow destiny to decide if these words are ever told
So with that I will sign off with another line aiming to please
No matter who finds this, it appears God gives a good striptease.